Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
About to cause hysteria

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a thing gonna change
I'm a a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's

It's

It's like that, you know it's like
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike
So I react calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr
Versatile, my style switches like a
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it,
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my place wit the and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

It's

I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or Sparkton
'cause I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime